كلمات Ophelia's Dream

Is it a marble slab or on my bed I lie As I dream of love that’s pure that doesn’t die Is my love a cadaver, a train that’s run its course Are the tears that trickle down my face its suicidal force Onward to destruction, onwards to his death I know soon he’ll draw his last breath So as I lie and dream of him I’m on a marble slab Each draws a hand of cards and mine have turned out bad For some moments of happiness is all that you can dream For me those moments too will be denied it seems I lie upon my marble slab I dream and then I cry I know that it’s a moment Soon all of us will die Soon all of us will die